[color=39b54a]"What are you waiting for?"[/color] echoed the deep voice of Roland from behind the mist. It has already been around an hour since he awakened, old behaviors from his life as a farm boy, hard to get past by even thou he started this new life.

Be stood up with the first rays of light fighting the dim, clamp and wet mist.
He washed himself with a spoonge and cold water. Then he armoured himself in his trusty Jaggi armour. The set was complete but Roland decided to leave the helmet, it restricted his vision and the weather was mild enough to set such a protection aside. Pouches came next! One with tinder and firestones, one with a grindstone, one with firepowder for his gunlance, one filled with vitalising herbs and the last one filled with tasty, salty dried meat. Last came the water pouch and a small bagpack. He attached his small mining pike and his gutting knives to the bagpack, levering the weight, well this happened around 1 houre before Reema woke up.

Now he waited in the mist and moved the moment she finished the talk with the villager.
He awaited awaited a reply and jumped up and down a bit, he was worried that the humid air would damage the armour but luckily it didn't. The scales fit perfectly and slided into each other like the tooth in a Velociprey jaw. Jaggi scales are flexible but sturdy and offered a good protection and maneuverability for beginners, most people tend then to wear them additionally with steel plates but Roland preferred heavy leather. The scales are sewed perfectly onto the fatty leather garb and so reduced the sound of the armour to a minimum which was important for the hunt.

It was all set and he was ready to hunt!